StarCraft Emperor of the Insects

Treating the conquered as you please is a right given by war to the conqueror. ——Jius Caesar

On the western border of the Bruman Empire, Gilbert had not been seen for a few days. His temples were slightly gray, and the majesty and pride on his face had been shattered by the orcs' axes and broadswords. He glanced at the contract behind him worriedly. In the Kuotu Prairie, if the main city of Soller below them was breached again, they would have to cross the Chikuotu Prairie and seek refuge with the St. Paul Empire behind them.

The loss of the country and humiliation of power is second. The Chikuottu Prairie on the border between Sao Paulo and Bruman is known as the "treasure of nature" and stretches for thousands of miles! In this unobstructed terrain, the werewolf cavalry can easily tear apart any weakling who exposes his back to them.

The main city of Soller, as the main city of Brumen closest to the border with Sao Paulo, has been built into a military fortress over more than a hundred years. The city wall is fifty meters high and three meters thick. The engraved magic inscriptions are laid out layer after layer. Under the city wall, three-meter puppets made of three thousand huge stones stand at the base of the wall. On top of the city wall, towering magic towers, bird-winged giant crossbows, catapults, and magic weapons are waiting for them. Crystal Cannon...

The controller who holds the throne will never be stingy with gold coins for the security of the territory he rules.

However, now Gilbert still feels that he has not invested enough.

Ten miles east of Soller, even if the fifty-meter-tall Behemoth giant was sitting on the ground, the soldiers on the city wall could clearly see his nose and eyes, and see clearly what they grabbed from a huge pocket around his waist. A dozen sheep were thrown into the mouth like a snacker, chewing them with enjoyment.

Ten miles away, the soldiers on the city wall could even hear the "click, click, click" sound of his teeth, which were sharper than a knight's sword, rubbing against the sheep's bones.

Gilbert's eyes were full of worry. Bruman's imperial capital had been captured two days ago. In the past two days, Bruman's army had been retreating, retreating, retreating...

Due to the legend of the Orc Empire's "city massacre", Bruman's hundreds of millions of people fled their homes like ants moving. At this time, even if Bruman could block the Orc army, his national power would be reduced by at least half.

Ten miles away, the Lion King Arthur was looking at the black city wall of Soller from a distance, not knowing what he was thinking... Suddenly, there was a commotion in the army behind him. When he turned around, an embarrassed figure just knelt down behind him. .

"Father, I, I failed..." It's Xiupuluos!

Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly. His energetic and energetic son, who was known as a rare civil and military talent of the Rhine clan for thousands of years, at this moment, his long golden hair turned completely white, and his aura was... It's like a sluggish old man, corrupt and slow...

Arthur twisted his body and continued to look at the main city of Soller. After three seconds, he slowly asked, "Did the Zerg do it?"

Xiupoulos nodded in shame and wanted to explain, but finally chose to remain silent.

Arthur nodded, "I understand, you go down and rest..."

Xiupoulos did not retreat. He raised his head and said, "Father, I hope that I will be the one to command this battle!"

Arthur's voice became very soft, "Now that the Zerg know our intentions, this war is not that simple..."

The look of humiliation in Xiupoulos' eyes flashed away, "The glory of the Lion King makes his descendants fearless of any challenge, and only hard battles are the cradle of the blood and glory of the Rhine Lion King!"

"If you fail again..."

"Then please ask my father to turn my body into ashes and scatter it on the red wasteland!" The prerequisite for failure was his death. Xiupoulos proved with his blood that the blood of the Rhine clan in his body was still boiling.

In Xiupoulos' expectant eyes, Arthur finally nodded...

"Woo... Wuwu... Wuwu..." In the orc army camp, two hundred horned frog bulls were neatly lined up in two teams. Their huge mouths kept inhaling, blowing, inhaling, blowing. Two bull-horn-like drums pointed toward the sky, and air flow spurted out from their mouths, making a dull sound like a horn, far away, towards the human city wall.

The orcs, who were doing their own thing leisurely, immediately began to gather into square formations...

On the city wall, Gilbert looked at the orcs who were forming a team, with a trace of despair in his eyes.

Orcs are not human beings. Even if they are organized into formations, they are only simple square and circular formations. And the so-called formations are naturally not the neat and orderly formations of humans. The formations of orcs are just a group of orcs huddled together in a disorderly manner. Square, or round... So, for humans, it takes time to train and form a queue, but for orcs, all they have to do is stand up and run over...

The two hundred horned bullfrogs haven't even had enough of blowing, and phalanxes have been formed one after another.

Gilbert glanced at the densely packed human beings in the city with nostalgia - these were poor children who fled their homes with the army. Ninety percent of them were just civilians. As for the nobles? When the first massacred city appeared, they took their families and fled to other cities. With their wealth, it was not that difficult to buy a residence in another city and start their own business again.

But civilians can't. The advent of war will cause the prices of all materials closely related to life to skyrocket... It is now a problem for a family that was originally well-off to have enough food and clothing, not to mention passing through a seemingly beautiful but full of robbers and monsters. The prairie...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The orcs began to march. The Behemoth's footsteps lightly stepped on the ground, but they seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts. Gilbert's hands on the city wall could be felt. What happened in the city? The orcs actually possess such powerful fighting power. Why did the ancient orc race that was annihilated in the long history reappear?

Gilbert might have thought about these issues before, but now!

When he saw fear and despair creeping onto the face of a famous warrior, he suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist!

"Hey!" On the silent city wall, the sound of the sword being unsheathed was clear and loud, drawing the attention of the surrounding soldiers and officers to Gilbert.

"Everyone, tell me, are you afraid?" Gilbert's voice echoed throughout the city wall. A very tacky question, a question that an officer likes to use when boosting morale. Many soldiers know the purpose of Gilbert's move. He will definitely continue to encourage everyone. Fear and fear are inevitable, but when We think about the family and loved ones behind us. We are afraid and cannot retreat...

"I don't know if you are scared or not, but I tell you, I am scared!!"

The second sentence that was beyond common sense made the light in the soldiers' eyes shine even brighter.

"After sitting on the throne for decades, I have become accustomed to thousands of warriors fighting for me with just one order..." Gilbert's words did not seem to come from an emperor at all. It was said by someone who had a deep hatred for the emperor.

"And today, I have to face this terrifying beast clan in person!" Gilbert looked at everyone. At this moment, his voice was amplified by the magicians around him, looking for Shuyuan.zhashyan. Co spread not only throughout the city walls, but also throughout the entire main city of Soller.

"Initially, I was very scared because I was worried about whether the rights in my hands would be eroded by the orcs' attack. I was worried about whether the army that maintained my imperial power would be damaged by the orcs' attack. I was even afraid. When the strength in my hand is weakened due to the attack of the orcs, will the palace nobles have the ambition to replace it? This panic lasted until we entered Soller. Suddenly, just now, when the horn that represented death sounded Sounded, and I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore! Because, I knew I had no way out. If I died, all the panic in my mind would not exist. And if I didn't die, haha, after the war, I don't think I would have survived either. I have no time to think about that, so what I want now is to survive!”

"Your Majesty, will we survive?" A child who looked like he had just grown up asked loudly on the side of the city wall. His question earned him a scolding look from the captain, but also earned him encouragement from Gilbert. eyes.

"Child, I can't answer your question. I might be able to comfort you with the words that you will survive, but if I really do that, I will be ashamed of my behavior because, You are no longer a child, no longer a child who needs to hide behind your parents. You are now a warrior, a warrior with a sword and a shield. On your shoulders, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting your home and country. And in this war, this important task may prevent 80% of us here from seeing the dawn!

But, kid, tell me, are you scared now? "

The child was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, "I, I don't know, it's just that my hands were still shaking just now, but now, they have tightened their grip on the shield and the sword..."